Copyright 2015
Bailey Bradford
Chapter
Two
The bar seemed like a safe enough
place to go. Dan wasn’t looking for anything illegal, just a beer to wash down
a days’ worth of nerves. He’d managed two interviews—to a newspaper and some
magazine he’d never heard of—and that was all Rick had asked of him. Rick,
unlike Edward, wasn’t pushy and would have understood if Dan hadn’t been able
to do any interviews. That understanding was the only reason Dan had agreed to help. His gut cramped when
he thought about the pictures that would be published with the articles. His
scarred face was going to be used to drone up dollars and sympathy for other
wrongfully incarcerated people.
“At least something good’ll come of
it,” he muttered as he opened the door to the Sandstone Bar. It was dark
inside, the lighting dim. He had the thought that it was a sign and he ought to
leave, yet Dan’s feet didn’t get the memo. He blinked until his eyes adjusted
to the change, then he made his way over to one of the numerous empty
barstools.
“What’ll you have?” asked the
bartender as she polished a glass. She quirked a brow at him. “You do know this
is a gay bar?”
Dan shrugged. “So? You still got beer,
doncha? A Bud Light?”
She snorted. “Well, if you call that beer…”
In all honesty, Dan didn’t know what
kind of beer he liked. He’d been a kid when he’d ended up in prison. He didn’t
remember the taste of alcohol, just that he’d drunk whatever he’d been handed.
But he liked the Bud Light commercials
he’d seen. He wouldn’t dare tell the bartender that was why he’d ordered it.
“Hey Mary, put the game on,” someone
hollered from a table behind Dan. “I wanna see if I’m gonna lose my bet!”
Mary must have been the name of the
bartender since she yelled back, “Hold your damn horses, Ethan. I got a customer
to serve.” She took an iced glass out of a cooler and proceeded to pour Dan’s
beer. “Here ya go.” She set it on a coaster in front of him. “That’s
three-fifty.”
Dan took a five dollar bill from his
wallet and handed it to her. “Keep the change.” He didn’t have much money. One
beer would have to do it. He took a sip. The yeasty flavor warmed him to his
toes.
“You look like a man who knows how to
enjoy the simple things in life.”
Dan turned his head enough to get a
good peek at the man standing beside him. Handsome in an untrustworthy way, he
decided. His years in prison had taught him to judge a person in a quick and
efficient manner. Generally, he was spot-on when he applied himself to parsing
out whether someone was trustworthy or not. This guy was definitely in the ‘or
not’ category.
That didn’t mean Dan could be rude.
“Thanks.” Or chatty.
“I’m Quincy.” He held out his hand.
Dan had to shake it or be rude, which
might start a fight. He didn’t want that. “Dan.” He’d intended the contact to
be brief, but Quincy held onto his hand. Short of jerking it back with a bit of
force, Dan was stuck.
“Let go of the man, you ass,” Mary
sniped, popping her bar towel at Quincy. “Anyone can tell you’re making him
uncomfortable.”
Dan grimaced and ducked his head,
wishing he’d have let his hair grow out so it’d hide his face.
“I’m just being friendly.” Quincy
added a tickle to Dan’s palm then released his hand. “I like a lean man.
Usually means he fucks like a machine.”
Despite finding Quincy untrustworthy,
Dan’s cock perked up a little at that. He resisted the urge to reach down and
shift the hardening length into a more comfortable position. Doing so would
give away his burgeoning arousal, and he didn’t know that he wanted to mess
around with Quincy despite how long it’d been since Dan had gotten off.
“Friendly my white, dimpled ass,” Mary
said. “You don’t want that horn-dog bothering you, just send him off. Quincy
will fuck anything that’ll bend him over. Or I guess he’ll let anyone that
wants to bend him over fuck him. All the same shit to me.”
“That’s because you’re an undiscerning
dyke,” Quincy drawled.
Mary popped the towel again and just
missed Quincy’s cheek. “Boy, I will take you outside and clean the pavement
with you if you don’t watch it. Don’t think being my cousin is gonna save you.
I ain’t ever cared for your side of the family anyway.”
Quincy laughed. “Hell, me neither.
They’re a bunch of bigots. Don’t go glaring at me and getting all bitchy over
Dan, here. If he don’t want any of what I’m offering, he can tell me to git and
I will.”
“Dan?” Mary asked.
Dan stopped trying to tuck his head
between his shoulders and looked at Mary. “We’re fine.” His mouth was dry, so
he took a few more swallows of beer.
“See? He likes me.” Quincy plopped a
hand onto Dan’s thigh—high enough up that Dan could feel the heat from Quincy’s
skin on his balls.
“Mmhm. Whatever. No fucking in the
bathrooms. It’s out back or at your place.” Mary turned her nose up and walked
to the end of the bar, talking to another customer.
“She’s such a bitch, but I love her,”
Quincy whispered. “And she’s telling the truth. I love to get fucked. You look
dangerous, with that scar. Oh, it’s two scars, huh?”
Dan felt the beer turn sour in his
belly. “I—“
“Hey, don’t take offense,” Quincy
said. “Those scars are there whether I mention ‘em or not, so you should be
glad I’m turned on by ‘em. Not everyone would be. I can see past those scars to
the man beneath ‘em.” Quincy slid his hand up and cupped Dan’s balls through
his jeans. “Nice. Hot.” He leaned in and damn near purred in Dan’s ear. “I’m
not asking for a ring, just a fuck.” Then Quincy was caressing Dan’s cock and
despite the material in the way, Dan went breathless with the need to get off.
“Okay.” He drained the last of his
beer then cut his eyes toward Quincy. “You got stuff?”
Quincy beamed at him. “Damn right I
do. Come on.”
Dan got up and tried to ignore the way
his face felt hot when Mary looked at them.
“Forget the fucking out back shit, I
have an apartment just around the corner,” Quincy was saying as he gripped
Dan’s wrist. “Got everything we need there, too.”
Dan ignored everything but the promise
of getting laid. Quincy wasn’t someone he’d be friends with. Sex was another
matter entirely.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” Quincy
asked when they were outside, walking almost too fast for Dan’s liking.
“Don’t have much to say,” Dan informed
him.
“The strong, silent type. Awesome.”
Quincy giggled and nudged Dan’s hip. “I bet you aren’t so quiet when you’re
fucking me.”
Dan was inclined to disagree. He’d had
to be very quiet when Mosh was fucking him or else face repercussions he might
not have survived. Sharing that tidbit with Quincy wasn’t happening, so Dan
merely shrugged.
“Oh, now I’m gonna make sure you shout out my name when you
come,” Quincy promised. “Walk faster.”
Getting laid was seeming like more
trouble than it was worth, yet Dan kept up with Quincy, not knowing how to get
out of it.
And once he got a look at Quincy’s
plump backside, he wasn’t as inclined to bolt after all. Dan’s cock perked back
up and the last hundred feet or so of walking was downright uncomfortable
because of that.
“Here we are.” Quincy pulled a key
ring from his pants pocket then unlocked the door to what looked like a duplex,
at least. There could have been more parts to it, but Dan quit paying attention
to anything other than the sway of Quincy’s ass when he went through the
doorway.
Dan followed him and shucked his
jacket while Quincy locked up.
“Not the best neighborhood, ya know,”
Quincy said. He flipped the deadbolt. “My bedroom’s off to the left. Stuff’s on
the nightstand.”
A quick glance showed that Quincy’s
place was decorated in bright colors and old furniture, the couch in particular
threadbare, which was a blessing considering it was neon orange. “Sounds like
you were planning on bringing someone back here,” Dan told him.
Quincy smirked at him as he walked
past Dan. “Of course I was. This ass was made for fucking.” He slapped his own
rump. “And it doesn’t go without many nights at all.”
Dan figured that at least he wouldn’t
have to worry about Quincy wanting more than an hour or two of his time. It
didn’t matter if Dan didn’t particularly like Quincy—then again, how could he?
He didn’t know the man at all. Dan buried any doubts or qualms he had and
followed after Quincy.
The bedroom was every bit as
obnoxiously decorated as the rest of the apartment was. Bright colors clashed
all over the place. It made Dan’s eyes ache, and he wondered if Quincy was
color blind.
Quincy gestured to the bed, which had
a purple and pink blanket on it, as well as so many fancy pillows in an array
of colors that Dan couldn’t focus on any of them. “How do you like my rainbow
bed?”
“S’that what it is?” Dan asked before
he could stop himself.
Laughing, Quincy flung the covers
back. “Nah, it’s just like that because I love
colors. When I was growing up—“ He stopped and shook his head. “Sorry. No
conversation unless it has to do with sex.” He pulled his shirt off in one
smooth, and obviously practiced, move. “What’re you waiting for, cowboy?”
“Cowboy?” Dan shook his head. “Not
hardly.”
“Whatever, I can fantasize. Don’t ruin
it by telling me you work at McDonalds or somewhere like that.” Quincy started
in on his jeans.
Dan couldn’t tell Quincy he worked
anywhere since he’d yet to find a job. Not wanting to appear to be on the verge
of walking out, which was how Dan felt, he instead toed off his hiking boots
and socks before stripping out of the rest of his clothing.
“Whadda ya think?” Quincy posed, one
hand on a cocked hip, the other behind his head. He was cute enough, a little
soft around the middle, but Dan didn’t mind that at all. There was still
something about Quincy that almost gave Dan the creeps, but whatever it was, he
couldn’t name it and he wanted to fuck more than he wanted to figure out what
was bugging him about the man.
Quincy ran one finger down the length
of his hard, slender cock. “You are a top, aren’t you?”
Dan was whatever he needed to be in
that moment. “Yeah.”
Quincy looked him up and down. “You’re
pretty skinny. Are you sick?”
“Nope. Just built this way.” And he
didn’t eat much because his nerves seemed to get the best of him lately.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. That’s a
nice, fat dick you got there, and you’re going to put a condom over it, so whatever.”
Quincy shrugged. He leapt onto the bed and went down on his hands and knees.
“What’re you waiting for?”
Dan shook himself and fetched a condom
from the bedside table. He opened the package and rolled the rubber down his
cock, then set the torn wrapper down so he could get the lube.
Once he had his shaft coated enough,
he asked, “You need me to get you ready?”
Quincy laughed. “Please. I told you,
this ass hardly go a night without getting fucked, if not by someone else, then
with one of my toys. I can handle what you’ve got, cowboy.”
Telling himself not to be judgmental
about that, Dan got up behind Quincy. The man did have a nice, plump butt, with
a few dimples here and there. Dan cupped his cheeks and gave them a squeeze.
“Mmm, that’s nice, but get to it,”
Quincy said.
Foreplay wasn’t something Dan had a
lot of experience at, and in that moment, he realized he’d have liked to have
had time to play around some, learn a few things about himself and the man he
was going to fuck. Then again, he guessed he knew all he needed to about
Quincy.
“It’s not rocket science,” Quincy
nagged, turning to glare over his shoulder. “Just shove it—ah! God! Damn!”
Dan had lined up his dick and thrust
in almost fully, goaded by Quincy until he’d been in in danger of losing his
erection if he didn’t shut him up.
Feeling the tight, hot grip of
Quincy’s ass around his cock averted any possibility of Dan going soft. He bit
his bottom lip, grabbed onto Quincy’s shoulders, and pulled him back while at
the same time pushing the rest of his dick into Quincy’s ass.
“Ohhhh, yeah, baby, fuck me,” Quincy
rasped, arching his lower back.
The rippling of his inner walls around
Dan’s cock sent pleasure spiraling up from Dan’s groin to all pertinent parts
of his body. Dan pressed his brow to the back of Quincy’s head and fucked as
hard and fast as he could in that position.
When he needed more power, he raised
up and pressed down on Quincy’s shoulders, pinning him to the bed. Dan braced
one leg beside Quincy’s hip and slammed into his ass again and again.
Sweat dripped down his forehead and
back. Dan ground his teeth and kept driving into Quincy, seeking release yet
holding it off, not wanting to end it just yet. He hadn’t even jacked off more
than a couple of times since getting out of prison.
6 comments:
NICE! Thanks for the sneak peek!
Ooh, you tease you!
Whoa....another one I need to read when available! Looooovvve it :-)
Love it. Can't wait for it to come out Bailey. **huggz** <3
Can't wait Bailey.
Can't wait!
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